CAN

Teeth rattle around in an aluminium can Pulled from a shattered jaw Thick black liquid occupies the cylinder The teeth jingle for a moment Washed through a river of melody And the tar is drained Down into an empty throat Time softens And the can is thrown away into hardened dirt Forever

BOIL

Stirring apples inside a giant pot Adding blessed herbs to boiling water Blue light flickers beneath the cauldron And a citrus aroma rinses in the air Suds rise and lather the brim The flame dampens to a whisper And bubbles weaken and submerge And the gentle beat of the pot mellows